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Post by Imry Willfyre on Apr 8, 2008 10:47:50 GMT -5
"Haha", Breck smiled, "I certainly hope not as well. I was educated well by some of the most intelligent and noble men of our times, though unfortunately both are dead as a result of Horas's coup."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2008 10:51:23 GMT -5
"Yes, coups are bloody things. I was very fond of Ser Felwick Gower, and Ser Edrick, and the Waking Lion - all Stormlanders, and great white knights. I love the Stormlands. My sister married Ser Brandon Buckler - well, I suppose he'd be Lord Buckler now. They have a son, and are supposed to come back to Westeros soon. I will pay them a visit, and would love to pay you one as well."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Apr 8, 2008 11:32:42 GMT -5
Breck smiled, "You'd be welcomed in Blackhaven as soon as the war is over."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2008 12:42:41 GMT -5
Aranya begin to smile, but her eyes unfocused and blurred in an eerie way. A tarnished gold coin was spinning, growing larger and larger as it fell, and then she could see what was under it...
"What?" she tried to focus. "Oh, yes, Blackhaven." She tried to smile, but the vision was growing clearer, even as her eyes grew distant and blurred again. The massive tarnished coin was falling onto a city, such a tiny city...she could see the Red Keep...and then the coin hit. The city shuddered and shook and crumbled.
Aranya was gripping her tumbler very hard, her knuckles white. Her face was a little pale, but her eyes focused and grew steady and calm again. "I'm sorry, I feel I've had too much to drink."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Apr 8, 2008 13:21:35 GMT -5
"Lady Aranya, are you alright?", Breck said worried as he put a hand to her shoulder, "Should I get you some water or bread?".
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2008 13:24:41 GMT -5
She looked at him steadily, and her eyes were grave and dark. "A tarnished coin will crush this city," she said. "And a demon will step from flames, holding a hot dagger. Whether the two are related, I cannot say." Aranya rose to her feet. "If you will excuse me, Lord Breck, I will take my leave for the nonce."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Apr 8, 2008 13:25:55 GMT -5
Breck looked utterly confused, but withdrew his hand and allowed Aranya to pass by him. "I hope you feel better, Lady Aranya. You can call upon me if you need to see a maester."
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Post by Erik on Apr 8, 2008 14:15:50 GMT -5
Dacey turned and looked up at him through long lashes. "I don't know," she purred. "But we could start with a few drinks." "Of course, the best way to start anything; you have the most wonderful ideas." Erik says, chuckling. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2008 16:03:38 GMT -5
"Thank you, my lord, but I'm fine," She smiled, and gently laid a hand on his shoulder. "May the old gods protect you when you go to Blackhaven to lead your host."
Before she left, Aranya bowed again to King Rickon and murmured to Aerie, "Good luck, lass. Come with me to Duskendale when you're finished here." She paid her bill to Lettie and left the inn.
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Dacey smiled and sauntered back to the now empty alcove, where a girl brought both of them two silver goblets and a large crystal decanter that was full of red wine so dark it was almost black.
Dacey sat next to Erik. "Even an ironborn will appreciate this, my lord," she said teasingly as she poured and dismissed the girl. "It has the most exquisite hint of blackcurrant." She lifted the goblet to his lips.
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Post by Erik on Apr 8, 2008 16:22:43 GMT -5
Erik takes a sip, swallows, and smacks his lips.
"Well, that certainly is wine."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2008 16:32:39 GMT -5
"Wine tastes good," Dacey agreed, taking a sip from his goblet. "But just now, I think you might taste a little better." She leaned in to kiss him.
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Post by wookie on Apr 8, 2008 16:41:16 GMT -5
The occupants inside hear a ruckus forming outside as a troop of horses gallop to a halt outside the premises.
After a short, brief argument outside - which the sound of drawn steel puts a quick end to - Lord Commander Benfry Smith kicks in the main door and enters, sword drawn.
His face is flushed and his eyes wide in as close to rage as any who know him have known.
He grasps the nearest serving girl by the blouse and drags her roughly towards him.
"Where. Is. Rickon!" he growls, a vein visibly throbbing in his neck.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2008 16:46:20 GMT -5
Brynden entered with his lord, looking calm and a little amused. He couldn't help but stare at some of the buxom wenches, but blushed when they smiled at him. Everyone else was gaping at the Lord Regent.
"Bugger," Dacey muttered, pulling away from Erik. She hurried out of the alcove and saw the Lord Regent enter, sword drawn, and shout for the King.
"My lord," she said, gliding up. "The King is here with Lady Falgrave...would you like to sit down?"
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Post by wookie on Apr 8, 2008 16:47:51 GMT -5
"I will not sit, madam! I will escort the King from these....premises!" he sputters, slightly lowering his sword when he realises he is not surrounded by desperados
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2008 16:52:03 GMT -5
"He came here to speak with Lady Falgrave, my lord," Dacey said with gentle courtesy. "We have not given the king any spirits to drink." She glanced at his sword, which although lowered, was making everyone uneasy.
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Hope you all are well and happy.